An Omega

The next morning arrived with a heavy bang on her door.

Samantha who was still dozing on the floor jumped up, her eyes dashing frantically about the not_ so_ spacious compartment, her brain still yet to register why she was there.

Her scrutiny was cut with another bang at the door, this time steadier.

She jolted up from the bed and scurried to the door in fear. Who could be knocking like that by this time of the day? She pondered, stopping to straighten her gown that had folded up while she slept.

“Open the damn door, Omega!” a brisk voice ordered, causing goosebumps to spread on Sam’s body as her situation began trickling back.

Her shaking hands found the lock of the door and tried to unlatch it. The minute the door fell open, the hunk which she recognized from yesterday barged into the room, his eyes scanning through the room as though in search of something.

Sam was still standing by the door, her eyes pinned to the ground, awaiting him to finish his skimming.

He whipped around, his disgruntled face meeting hers, “Next time I knock and you waste time in replying, I will make sure you mop the stream dry!” Sam trembled, wholly believing him.

“A maid would be here to get you soon. She would bring you a dress and prepare you to meet the Alpha. Make sure you are on your best behavior or else…” he trailed, his gait marching towards her. She stiffened her eyes twitching as she anticipated a knockout from him.

Luckily for her, he was under strict rule not to lay his hand on her ever again. He only grunted loudly and stormed out of the room, leaving Sam wide-eyed and apprehensive.

She didn’t know what to expect from what she just heard. Maybe the Alpha wants to accept her as his mate and denounce his claim as her being his slave. Maybe. She clamored.

She took her time while waiting to take in the room she was in. It was nothing much. Just a minor touch-up here and there. The only attraction in the room is the vase of flowers sitting on the top of the fireplace which seems to contain withered flowers in them.

Sam shook her head and went to the bed which she has missed sleeping on last night, due to her sorrowful state.

No sooner has her backside hit the bed, than a knock came at the door followed by a brunette working into the room. Her hands were secured in front of her as she neared Sam.

“Good morning,” the girl greeted flatly as if she was doing this by coercion. “Lugard said I am to tend to you and bring you to the Alpha,” she finished, looking up at Sam.

Sam would have admired the girl’s beautiful green eyes if she had spoken to her kindly. However, she nodded stiffly and stood from the bed, allowing the girl space. The latter dropped a package she was howling in her direction, and went towards a door by the left side of the room.

“You can come in now,” the girl said sooner and Sam went to meet her.

It was a different experience for Sam to have someone else watch her take her bath and prepare her like she was a new bride getting ready for the bridegroom.

“Let’s go,” the lady said and they strolled out of the room down a long hall. It seemed endlessly with a lot of turning at diverse corners. They passed different people on their way who had looked at Sam, who in turn had her eyes to the ground not bold enough to look at them.

Finally, they reached a hall that looked isolated. After passing two closed doors, the girl stopped in front of a particular door with the giant head of a wolf in it.

Sam’s heart lurched, knowing now was the time.

“Make sure you don’t talk while he talks, never say anything unless asked to, and do not look him in the eyes if you fear for your life,” the girl spoke to her for the first time since leaving her quarters.

“Thanks,” Sam mewled, in lack of what else to say.

“I will be by that corner waiting for you. So once you are through, just find me there,” Sam followed the direction of her pointed finger and nodded stiffly.

“Okay, see you,” the girl said, and ran off. Sam wanted to call her back and beg her not to go away but she withdrew her outstretched hand realizing this was her cross alone to bear.

Looking back at the closed door, Sam raises her hand, her knuckles meeting with the hard brown oak.

“Don’t waste my bloody time, Omega,” a dry voice drawled from inside.

Her breathing becoming erratic, Sam gathered all the courage she could take in and pushed the door inside to enter.

Her eyes ran about the room, in search of the voice she has heard before mow. Her body was trembling and sweat beginning to collect on her brows.

“This is what I hate about Omegas_very indecisive,” the voice came yet again. And still, Sam didn’t see him. The chamber was too big for Sam. She cussed inside, wishing he would stop with the play and just show himself.

“Why are you still standing there?” his baritone now sounded clipped.

She wobbles on shaking feet to the center of the room, her eyes pinned on the blazing fire in the hearth.

Her shiny orbs were still darting about the room refusing to beg him to tell her where he is, bearing in mind the girl’s astonishment for her never to talk unless asked to. Then he materialized from the back of the canopied bed.

Sam balled her fingers tightly, desiring she could punch him across the face for dangling with her senses. He made it sound he was within her sight. Or he was just mocking my dull senses as an Omega. She figured.

He plopped down on the armchair in front of the hearth, his dark enthralling depth pinned to hers. His next words hitched Sam’s breath, making her wonder if he was rational.

“Strip,”